I am not sure if I am more surprised than horrified to have reached my mid 50s, as, being accident prone as I am, I never expected to go much more beyond 30, but here I am, safe and sound and quite healthy enjoying this milestone in a beautiful setting.
I cannot get enough of the nearby woods and I keep going off at a tangent following the numerous tracks that criss-cross the forest, forever finding new and amazing things, whether they are natural or man-made.
One of my readers and dear friend made a comment on my last week’s blog entry mentioning a ‘geocache’ hidden on the brick wall behind Lady Beaumont’s ‘seat’, which I now have discovered used to be a summer house or tea house. I remembered reading about another blogger’s geocaching experience a few years ago, which sounded like fun, so this comment pricked my interest and I decided to go and investigate further. For those who don’t know what geocaching is, it works a bit like a treasure hunt for the digital age following some co-ordinates, the objective being to find a geocache, a container with a log book in it and maybe some other trinkets. Obviously, this time I didn’t need the co-ordinates as I already knew the location (cheating, I know), but it was no less thrilling finding the sealed plastic box with instructions from the National Trust and records and messages from other geocache enthusiasts. Items varied from beads to photographs and, although at the time I did not have anything on me to leave behind, I returned to the motorhome and grabbed one of my crocheted flowers and returned to the spot. I signed and dated the log with a thank you message and put the box back where I found it. I have now joined the Geocaching network and I hope to find more boxes in the area: another good reason to go exploring. Thank you, Julia, if you are reading this.
Wanting to find out more information about the villages around us, I bought the Warberton Parish News on my trip to the launderette last Friday morning and I amused myself reading about the goings-on of village life. This article in particular made me laugh and I thought it would be worth sharing here:
My birthday fell on Saturday and we had agreed to have a quiet family meal, that being Adonis, my son, Beano and I, but I also had a very pleasant visit from another dear friend who brought me some beautiful flowers and some pickles, chutney and jelly. And we even had another unexpected visit from a couple of friends extending an invitation to dinner in the near future: I feel truly blessed.
Before dinner, my son and I took Beano for his walk and I was excited about showing him some of the hidden paths in the woods and the lovely tree tunnel I found earlier in the week, so low neither of us could fit underneath; not so bad for me as I am only short, but my son, being 1.85 metres tall (6 feet 1 inch), really had to bend double to go under and Adonis didn’t fare up very well either when I took him on Sunday morning prior to our visit to the pub.
When we were here back in May, we had gone for Sunday lunch at The George Inn at Eartham, just down the road, and Adonis had chosen the Roast Beef, which looked absolutely delicious and he praised highly, so I decided there and then that that would be my birthday treat and that’s exactly what we did.
One cannot help but fall in love with the building itself on the outside and it is certainly inviting, but it is also beautiful on the inside and the real ales on offer are just as delicious as the food on the menu. Needless to say I was delighted with my choice and I would certainly recommend it. The portion was very generous, more than I could eat, and the size of that Yorkshire pudding on top of the slices of beef was a sight to behold. It was served with roast potatoes, cabbage, carrots and beetroot, all marvellous and delectable. Sadly, I had no room left for a pudding: oh, the shame of it!